A slipper in the sand

I sleep

I slip into

As each wave passes quietly beneath me.

An imprinting

Not unlike a mold.

Who poured mine?

 

A slipper in the sand

I sleep

I slip into

A musical drape of living liquid removing.

A mystery of millennia

Conducting flute and fiddle

Beneath my flesh.

 

The deeper I go the smaller I feel.

I slip in and

What will come out?

My God

I am scared

of serenity.

Of being a slipper in the sand.

 

But what greater gift

Could I give myself:

Slipping into a conscious space

Cradled by the sands

That made my mold

As each wave passes

Quietly beneath me.